Tuan pretends to scroll through his phone, musing over the odd reply to his father’s embarrassing tweets.

Park goes to Choi

Tuan pretends to be on his iPad, swiping and tapping quite ruthlessly at yet another aimless and time consuming game made by a kid in Korea.

Park goes to Kim

Tuan pretends to be doing push ups, memorising everything he had learnt from this month’s men’s fitness and certainly not imagining Park shirtless.

Park goes to Bhuwakul

Tuan pretends to read a hangul takeaway flyer, making sure to look as confused as possible, even scratching his head for added effect

Park glances at him as he walks over, eyebrows raised

but Park goes to Lim

it was a free Japanese massage flyer

Tuan’s an idiot.

Tuan whistles and wanders aimlessly around the halls of JYP, even bumping into the younger boy he adored a bit too much for his liking —and his health

but Park throws an arm around the ex-fencer’s shoulder and goes with Wang

so it seems pretending does nothing for Tuan, because when he finally decides to ‘’ himself and just act 'casual' a.k.a pulse racing, sweat dripping, intensely borderline manically blinking and blatantly stares at Park, mouth opened and sweaty fingers nervously playing at the hem of his own plaid shirt, and as the staring progresses to be deemed creepy borderline e does then the soother than Bublé vocalist turn around eyebrows raised and forever amused smile plastered across his face, leaning over and gently taps Tuan’s pouty lips shut.

"it’s not good to stare Tuan"

and someone had seemed to press the resume button because breath was hitched, palms were clammy, and heartbeats were racing at an inhumane speed but that didn’t stop Tuan from acting to accord and doing something he had only thought about in his dreams (and maybe read in one or thirty fanfictions that he was “sent” written), he grabbed Park by his waist and pulled him against his own chest as he walked them both backwards towards the dance room’s mirrors, pressing them against the cold glass. But Park’s breath didn’t seem to hitch as Tuan’s own did against the cold, instead he seemed to welcome it and if he wasn’t sure, he was certain Park may or may not be grinding himself against Tuan’s clothed crotch—rude

but this seemed to make Tuan braver as he leaned in and nipped against Park’s ear, pressing closer then what should’ve been humanly impossible.

“then you should know, Park”

And he caught the younger’s bottom lip in his own, an act not quite giving in but not being ignorant enough to deny any form of pleasure, but the younger boy didn’t seem to flinch, continuously watching the older boy in sheer excitement.

“it’s rude to ignore” and Park pulled back and threw his head back (well as much as the mirror would allow) and chuckled because Tuan was always one of the naive.

“oh Tuan haven’t you ever heard of ignore the prey and he’ll turn to putty”

And Tuan’s  gaze darkened with excitement, because he always seemed to fall for the clever ones, but in this case, he had fallen for Park, who had turned out to be cleaver, what a win he had thought.

 So, growling lowly he leaned in once again and bit down on the younger’s milky collarbone and Park just closed his eyes, and used one hand to rub the naive boy’s back, clutching at his back and marvelling at the strong muscles—yeah he liked that, serenading himself to sweet bliss

And Tuan thought Park tasted like curiosity, hidden secrets and one too many dirty stories, but he didn’t mind.

Because Park came to Tuan.

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Comment down below, markjin seems to be the only ship i seem to want to write about right now :D (i have like three stories pending :P)